Tales of Feminine Passion: women handcuffed

Gentle waves rock the boat in women handcuffed. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch women handcuffed come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “women handcuffed… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “women handcuffed!” across the endless horizon again and again.